We Made It

Thanks for all your support. You guys totally rock. We did indeed make it through Jake’s first business trip. It wasn’t wonderful, but it wasn’t awful either. I asked my parents to come over on Tuesday night for dinner so that I could have someone to hand the baby off to. Bridget is getting to the point where she doesn’t really like to be put down much, so I had spent all day Tuesday getting literally nothing done. That’s really ok. I mean, who cares if the dishes are done when your adorable daughter just can’t get enough of you? But by about six o’clock, I just usually want both my hands so I can reply to email - I have not yet mastered the art of one handed typing - or go to the bathroom. And grandparents always want to hold babies, so it was a win-win situation for us all. They were only here for a couple of hours but it did me a lot of good.

I just wish I could get the child to sleep in her bed. Any of her beds. We have a crib and two Pack ‘n Plays for her. See, Bridget longs to be a tummy sleeper. She’ll sleep for hours on my chest or Jake’s chest because it means she gets to be on her tummy. But I can’t put her down on her tummy in her bed, so she wakes up frequently, realizes she is not on her tummy and squawks until we bring her to bed with us. I don’t mind having her in bed with us mostly, but I don’t sleep very well. I am constantly worried that she’s going to smother under the covers or one of us will squash her. So it really just adds to my exhaustion. I know that millions of babies safely slept on their tummies before it became evil to let them do so, but when everyone starts throwing the word “SIDS” around at you, your rationality goes right out the window. Don’t get me started on how annoyed that makes me. SIDS is not a thing. SIDS is what they call it when they don’t know what else to call it when a baby dies. SIDS is not a disease or a condition or anything you can really define. But as a mother, you can’t play around with it. It’s like playing that stupid slumber party game Bloody Mary. You know rationally that nothing will happen but do you really want to take the chance? No. So you go along. And in our case, you get very little sleep.

Well, I hear her squawking down the hall, so that must mean it’s bedtime. Better get back on duty. Sometimes she just wants me. And I’m just fine with that.

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